Startled from the near-collision with the other mage, Lex looked up with wide eyes. "Pardon me," she said quickly, moving a hand up to her face as if to hide her expression of shock.
She had spent the past several hours engaged with the duties of aiding the ill (the exact number of which she couldn't claim immediately to know, but her superiors had deemed it necessary she find herself some rest— hence, her current wandering about). Those infirm that were now, by the blessing of Faram, quickly moving along to recovery.
Such as Merrion before her, or so it now appeared. "I am glad to see you as well," she said carefully, assessing the other mage's current appearance. "How are you feeling, if I may ask?"